“ Every generation has a macabre notion that wars, government prohibition, natural disasters or mankind itself could be the downfall of society and the world as a whole. Lauren DeStefano
“ You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off. Lauren DeStefano
“ Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person. Lauren DeStefano
“ People die, and everything they've ever said just echoes around and around. There's nothing new. Only the same nonsense from their lives. Lauren DeStefano
“ You aren’t crazy,’ he says. ‘What?’ ‘I’ve known you all your life, and you’ve always tried to hide the parts of yourself that you think are wrong. But nothing is wrong with you.’ Those may be the best… Lauren DeStefano
“ This time as we ascend, I watch the world sinking below us. I watch the way the city fades into sand that gets washed by the ocean. Lauren DeStefano
“ I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand. Lauren DeStefano
“ He talks softly, patiently, as I sit on the window ledge and watch boats with colorful triangles for sails scratch the ocean. Lauren DeStefano
“ It's best to let her go," he says.No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone. Lauren DeStefano
“ Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it. Lauren DeStefano
“ But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved. Lauren DeStefano
“ Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love."He looks at me, and in the sunlight his eyes come alive with greens and go… Lauren DeStefano
“ When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us. Lauren DeStefano
“ Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky. Lauren DeStefano
“ Stone gnomes and angels filled the gardens, and it seemed that they were also sleeping, as though a witch had cast a spell on them. Lauren DeStefano
